Chapter 148

“Well,” Winston says when he’s done examining Warwick. “This little man gained nearly a pound in the last five days. I think you’re ready to go home.”

My stomach does an uncomfortable summersault. We stayed longer than Winston said we would. Two days turned into six, and I started to adapt to life in the clinic. I’m scared to go home. Warwick is still so small. What if something happens to him?

It’s been so easy while we’ve been here in the clinic where everyone’s around and helps me with even the smallest thing, from changing one of the babies, to taking Deimos out for some much-needed fresh air. I’m not sure how I’ll cope on my own.

Edric comes sauntering into the clinic, his hands shoved into his pockets, yawning loudly. “Good evening. How was your day?”

“Same as always,” I answer. He is dead on his feet. I don’t know why, because my whole life has been consumed by caring for the babies. I asked once, but he wouldn’t give me a straight answer. “We can go home.”

His face lights